| In the town lived a girl so fair
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| Her mother would not dare
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| To let her anywhere
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| She was a lonely girl
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| John and Paul and Ringo and George
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| Were playing lovely tunes
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| From the window of her room
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| By the light of the moon
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| Hey girl there at the window
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| I wish you would come and see me
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| I’ve got so much to tell you
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| So much I want you to see
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| In the fields lived a lonely boy
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| Who’d wander every night
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| Just to see her window light
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| Then he was happier
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| Then he’d sit upon the ground
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| Just to listen to the sound
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| Of the music going round
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| And he would call to her
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| Hey girl there at the window
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| I wish you would come and see me
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| I’ve got so much to tell you
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| So much I want you to see
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| One night her mother said
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| «I think it’s time for bed»
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| The little girl crept down the stairs
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| Free as a bird
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| Hey girl there at the window
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| I wish you would come and see me
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| I’ve got so much to tell you
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| So much I want you to see
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| She met the boy sitting on the ground
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| And they listened to the sound
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| Growing distant as they found
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| They were happy now
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| Hey girl there at the window
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| I wish you would come and see me
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| I’ve got so much to tell you
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| So much I want you to see |